Chapitre 679: Land Where the Sun and Moon Shine Belong to Hansworth!

In an instant, the blood in Taran Reynolds's thin body started to boil. His blood was boiling like a volcano.

His blood vessels were like dragons that surrounded his entire body!

Outside the Neal family manor, a simple-minded young man, as a martial artist, walked in the dark. He did not have a sword on his waist, but a broken bagpipe.

He was walking at a leisure pace, holding half a fried chicken in his left hand and a drumstick in his right hand. He ate it in big mouthfuls, his mouth covered in oil.

Little Fool was back!

His eyes darted around as he muttered, "Why is there the aura of a pinnacle martial artist? Who's here?"

The little fool sneakily approached the bright hall.

In the end, he saw Zayn Ziegler carrying two large sacks.

Weren't those his snacks?

There was also Taran, who blasted a sack with a palm, and everything inside was shattered.